Entering the dark stone hall The inner sanctum They felt an eerie presence Something ancient, something strong Black iron box in the darkness Inside the niche across the hall This was what they had to defend This was where their master went To seek the counsel of the living head To seek the counsel of the baphomet 10.000 strong, they stormed the walls To end the gruelling siege To battle, murder and destroy The last crusader keep Defended by 300 knights This was their final stand 10.000 souls had stormed the walls The knights gave up the fight Inside the crypt the head recalled The story of his life... Dark eyes surveyed them from inside Terrible soul-searing sight Eyes shimmering with ancient knowledge Eyes filled with ancient pride The head of a Roman Emperor Adored with a laurel crown? Or the face of a Celtic king With runic Ogham carved? This was what they had to defend This was where their master went To seek the counsel of the living head To seek the counsel of the Baphomet "10.000 souls had stormed the walls The knights gave up the fight Inside the crypt the head recalled The story of his life..."